A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton (James Thomson Poems)
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,To mingle with his stars; and every muse,Astonish'd into silence, shun the ...
James Thomson Poems on Happiness (14 Poems)
On Happiness (James Thomson Poems)
Warm'd by the summer sun's meridian ray,As underneath a spreading oak I layContemplating the mighty load of woe,In search of ...
On A Country Life (James Thomson Poems)
I hate the clamours of the smoky towns,But much admire the bliss of rural clowns;Where some remains of innocence appear,Where ...
On Beauty (James Thomson Poems)
Beauty deserves the homage of the muse:Shall mine, rebellious, the dear theme refuse?No; while my breast respires the vital air,Wholly ...
A Man Perishing in the Snow: From Whence Reflections are Raised on the Miseries of Life. (James Thomson Poems)
As thus the snows arise; and foul and fierce,All winter drives along the darken'd air;In his own loose-revolving fields, the ...
Reflections Suggested By Winter (James Thomson Poems)
'Tis done! dread winter spreads its latest glooms,And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year.How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!How dumb ...
Happiness of a Country Life (James Thomson Poems)
Oh! knew he but his happiness, of menThe happiest he, who, far from public rage,Deep in the vale, with a ...
Prologue To Tancred And Sigismunda (James Thomson Poems)
Bold is the man! who, in this nicer age,Presumes to tread the chaste corrected stage.Now, with gay tinsel arts, we ...
The Happy Man (James Thomson Poems)
He's not the happy man, to whom is givenA plenteous fortune by indulgent Heaven;Whose gilded roofs on shining columns rise,And ...
To Seraphina (James Thomson Poems)
The wanton's charms, however bright,Are like the false illusive lightWhose flattering unauspicious blazeTo precipices oft betrays:But that sweet ray your ...
To Her I Love (James Thomson Poems)
Tell me, thou soul of her I love, Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled;To what delightful world above, Appointed for the ...
A Poem Sacred to the Memory of Sir Isaac Newton (James Thomson Poems)
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
Farewell to Ravelrig (James Thomson Poems)
Sweet Ravelrig, I ne'er could part From thee, but wi' a dowie heart. When I think on the happy days ...
The Seasons: Winter (James Thomson Poems)
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...